Gu Yixuan turned his head slowly, his expression and gaze becoming very gentle, completely different from the terrifying demeanor he had just moments ago.
With a light pat on her back, his voice was soft, "Ranran, it's okay, I've come to take you home. Don't be afraid, everything is fine now."
His kiss fell upon her forehead, her face.
Seeing her battered and bruised lips, his heart clenched fiercely once more.
She was the woman he wanted to cradle in the palm of his hand, to protect and give the best of the whole world. He couldn't bear to see her in such a state.
If it were possible, he would take on all her pain for her.
"Medicine—," Mo Ran's voice emerged, muffled. She wanted to take her medicine.
The Black Angel was too powerful; she had been in pain for hours, still feeling terrible.
And her eyes and throat were also hurting.
The man tightened his arms around her and said gently, "If it hurts, bite me. Don't hold it in."
